So, anyone that is familiar with the Web 2.0 scene is already familiar with Justin.tv, where Asian-American Justin Kan walks around all day with a wireless web video camera strapped to his head, where what he sees is broadcasted to a website, in real time. The site has ads, his housemates are producers, they all get paid, everyone wins. Think “The Truman Show,” except that Justin looks decidedly less goofy than Jim Carrey.
Well… Justin totally got laid last night.
To which follows the obvious: no, you don’t get to see any grainy, wireless Asian-guy-white-girl pornography. There was some discretion as he left the HatCam in the other room as he either had a “conversation” or “totally banged that chick,” depending on what blog you read. (His producers were totally classy and piped in a porn soundtrack during the long silences.)
What kills me is that afterwards, once you see Justin hop on his bike and random fans from another building run over to congratulate him, I think to myself: “Damn. No one has cared this much about an Asian guy getting laid since… well… ever.”
